Craig landed on the ground on the other side of the wrought iron gate surrounding The Beast's castle, Tweek beside him. The gates wouldn't open, no matter how hard they tried, so everyone had to scale them in order to gain access to the castle grounds. Craig stood up from the crouch he landed in and smirked at the black bricked castle in front of him. The Beast's roars couldn't be heard anymore, he wasn't on the balcony anymore.

In the castle, Pip, Cartman, and Butters were standing near a window talking and complaining about The Beast's choice to let Stan leave. None of them were happy, afraid that they'd be stuck as objects forever. When they saw the people scaling the gate, Butters nearly panicked, freaking out about them burning down the castle. Cartman took control of the situation when he saw the trusted advisor was useless, gathering everyone except for Pip, who went hopping up the stairs to the west wing get tell The Beast, to barricade the front doors.

Craig pointed at the doors of the castle when everyone was on the other side of the gate. "Break down the doors!"

Yelling, the townspeople rushed the doors, colliding in a huge mass against it. It moved a bit, opening a little for half a moment before closing again. On Craig's instruction, the group backed up and rushed the door again.

Pip hopped into The Beast's room, he was just staring at the wilting rose. It was missing half of the petals, they had turned to the ash sitting beneath where the rose was floating in under the glass container. "Sir, people from the town are attacking the castle."

"I don't care," The Beast said as he looked out of the window at the softly falling snow, "let them come."

"Dammit!" Cartman said as the doors opened for a brief moment as the townspeople rushed them again. Him and Butters had gathered everyone they could to barricade the doors, and oddly enough it was harder than they had anticipated to keep the townspeople out.

"Oh hamburgers… E-Eric," Butters said from near the top of the mass of furniture, "this isn't w-working."

"I know that Butters!" Cartman yelled back. What now? They couldn't hold out for too much longer like this. His mind was racing, trying to think of something, anything to get the townspeople to go away. Right after the doors threatened to open once again, Cartman got an idea. "Hey, I have an idea!"

Craig ground his teeth together. It was taking too long to break the door down! Was something blocking it? It didn't matter though, it eventually had to come down. He pointed at the door. "You're getting close, keep going!"

The crowd of people backed up and rushed the doors once again. That time they gave way without resistance, the townspeople poured through the doorway to a long dark hall filled with furniture and small trinkets. A candelabra stood next to a small wooden clock.

Craig pushed his way past everyone so that he would be at the front of the mass of people. He looked around the main hall scrutinizing the supposed décor. Was The Beast redecorating? What a joke! "Take anything you want, kill anyone you see." He started stalking forward, towards the staircase. "But The Beast is mine!"

Behind him, Tweek grabbed the dimly lit candelabra, not noticing it had a face until the entire room lit up and Cartman yelled, "Now!"

Right then, all of the furniture came to life, attacking the people without mercy in a scene of chaos. Drawers of two dressers bashed in one of the heads of the townspeople caught between them. Cartman forced the flames on top of his head and hands to flare, burning Tweek's face and causing the caffeine addict to drop him. Token jumped down from the staircase leading to the east wing, squishing the top half of someone unfortunate enough to be standing there.

As the chaos around him began, Craig stopped to register what exactly was going on. The furniture was alive! And in addition, they were attacking the townspeople! That was hard to believe even though he was seeing it himself. (Not even that large of a group could've told him that and expected him to believe it, it would've been too farfetched.) Shaking his head, he ran up the stairs and turned right, to the west wing, after noting that side looked more torn apart, the ideal place for a beast to be hiding.

While he walked down the corridor of broken doors, ceilings, and floors, Craig pulled a handgun from where it had been "holstered" in the waistband of his pants. As he neared the end of the hall, where the only closed door that was in one piece could be seen, he slowed his walk down so that it would be silent against the wood floor.

Once he reached the door, he slowly opened it, stiffening when it made the slightest creaking noise. When he was sure nothing was going to attack him, he sidestepped into the room, cocking the gun when he saw the back of The Beast.

At the sound of a gun cocking, The Beast looked back at Craig with saddened eyes for a brief moment. He was there to kill him, that much was obvious, but unlike usual, he wasn't going to fight it. With Stan gone forever, there was no reason for him to continue on. The Beast turned his attention back out of the window to the falling snow.

Craig's eyes narrowed. Not even a bit of a fight? That was no fun, though it did make things easier. Fluidly, he pointed the gun at The Beast and pulled the trigger. As the bullet entered The Beast's left shoulder, he cried out in a roaring pain and automatically turned around to lash out at Craig with his claws.

Dropping his gun, Craig dodged The Beast's claws and ran forward, plowing his head into The Beast's side, throwing his arms around his waist as he did. The two crashed through the window and landed on the flat roof overlooking the front of the castle and the still closed gate. The Beast rolled nearly to the far edge of the roof, only stopping when he grabbed one of the many gargoyles with his right arm. He tried to push himself up but the pain from the bullet wound in his shoulder was too much, he just fell back down.

"So, beast," Craig grabbed a loose spiked stone tail of one of the gargoyles and pulled it off, holding it as a mace, "did you think you could keep him to yourself?" He stalked over to The Beast and raised he broken spiked stone tail of the gargoyle above his head to strike.

"Craig, stop!" Stan's voice resonated from near the now open gate as he cut the engine of the motorcycle and stepped off of it with Kyle.

The Beast looked down at Stan as he pulled his helmet off and looked up at the scene in horror. "S-Stan?"

Craig smirked as he saw Stan. Perfect! He could see the execution of the monster for himself! "It's over! Die you monster!" He brought the makeshift mace down to strike The Beast dead, but found it caught in his hands.

Ignoring the searing pain of the bullet wound, The Beast pushed Craig back towards the broken window, roaring as he went. Since he wasn't expecting The Beast to fight back, Craig stumbled back with wide eyes as he was pushed towards the window. He lost his footing and tumbled down the side of the roof, bringing The Beast with him. The two landed on a part of the roof that had been turned into a walkway of sorts, lined by gargoyles on either side.

By the time Craig pushed himself up, The Beast had hidden himself amongst the gargoyles, blending in easily. Craig brought down the mace on the first thing he saw that resembled his target, finding him bringing the head off of a stone gargoyle instead of The Beast.

He ground his teeth together and stalked forward, taking the head off of every second gargoyle or so. "Do you think you can hide forever?" He brought the mace down on another gargoyle head. "Did you love him? Is that it, beast?" He stalked right past where The Beast was hiding in plain view. "Why would choose you when he has someone like me?"

Angered for the first time, The Beast silently stalked behind Craig, roaring at him. The man needed to learn to leave things alone when they were fine, even if that meant with his death. Craig turned and lashed out with the mace, finding The Beast catching it and tearing it from his grip without difficulty.

Craig's eyes widened as the mace was thrown over the edge of the roof and into a canyon on the west end of the castle. "Shit!" He turned to try and run, but The Beast caught the front of his dark blue jacket and held him out above the edge of the roof, over the canyon. "No! Don't let me go! Please," he begged, "I wanna live!"

The Beast ground his teeth together. Craig was begging for his life after trying to kill him? That lowlife didn't deserve to live! "You don't deserve life!"

"No! No! Please don't!"

"Beast!" Stan ran out onto the roof where The Beast and Craig fell from and looked at the scene below him with horror. Craig was unbelievable, but he didn't deserve to die, at least not yet.

The Beast looked between Stan and Craig, considering still dropping the man but not wanting Stan to see it. He held his eyes on Stan for a few moments longer than before and felt his anger wash away. He couldn't kill Craig, not in front of the man he loved. The Beast moved the arm holding Craig and dropped the dark-haired man onto the roof. When Craig looked up at The Beast, he said, "Get out." He turned and started climbing back up the side of the roof towards Stan.

Stan hit his knees and reached out with one hand to The Beast. He smiled softly as he was given a smile by The Beast.

He grabbed onto Stan's hand gently as he reached the top of the roof. "You came back." He cupped Stan's cheek with his other hand.

Stan leaned his head against The Beast's hand with a warm smile. "Of course I came back. I couldn't just let them kill you."

"Stan…" As The Beast moved to push himself onto the roof, he roared in pain. Craig had drove a dagger deep into The Beast's side, causing what he hoped was a fatal wound.

Scared of the sudden painful roar, Stan pulled The Beast up onto the roof next to him as Craig drew the dagger out of The Beast's side and fell down onto the lower part of the roof again before tumbling down into the canyon with a scream.

As he was gasping for breath, reacting off of instinct, The Beast's vision was fading. Whatever that dagger had hit had been a vital organ, the wound was fatal. "You…You came back…"

"I had to, I didn't want you to…" Stan bit his bottom lip, he just couldn't bring himself to say "die." He gripped onto The Beast's shirt with one hand and used his other hand to brush his love's cheek. "This is my fault, I should've stopped Craig."

"No," The Beast brought his hand up again to cup Stan's face, "don't say that." He gasped for another breath. "It's not your fault."

A stray tear ran down Stan's cheek. This couldn't be happening, The Beast couldn't be dying! It's just a bad injury, nothing fatal, Stan reassured himself. "Come on, let's get you inside. I'll bandage that for you, you'll be okay."

The Beast shook his head. "N-No…Stan, don't worry about it." He drew in a sharp breath and smiled again as he felt Stan's hand against his own. "It's too late."

Stan squeezed his eyes shut for a brief moment, trying to hold back his tears but having a hard time of it. "Don't say that dammit." He shook his head. "You're gonna be okay."

The Beast ran his hand down Stan's face as his arm fell limp to his side. "I'm just glad that your face is the last thing I see." His vision went black as the life left his body.

"Hey," Stan gripped onto The Beast's shirt and began shaking him, "wake up. Come on dude, this isn't funny." He shook The Beast harder. "Please don't die!"

Pip, Cartman, and Butters entered The Beast's room - the remaining townspeople had finally been chased away when they realized they weren't going to win the battle - in time to see the final petal on the rose fall. They stopped at the edge of the broken window as Stan collapsed on top of The Beast's body in tears. He was dead? Stan was too late in admitting his love to save them, they would forever be cursed.

Unable to hold back his tears any longer, Stan allowed the sobs to wrack his body. He glanced up at The Beast's calm, peaceful face as he muttered, "I love you."

For a few moments, nothing happened as Stan cried over The Beast's dead body, but suddenly there was a bright light and The Beast was lifted into the air by nothing. Stan scrambled back, unsure of what exactly was going on, actually it kind of scared him.

As Stan stared up at him, scared at what was going on, The Beast was suddenly surrounded in the same bright light that had shined a moment ago. He could see as The Beast transformed, his furred arms changed to thin pale skinned arms, his legs, unable to be seen very well under the pant legs, thinned out and lost the fur. The fur covering his body disappeared, replaced by spiked blonde hair. His face suddenly had pale skin, became soft and had a sharp nose. Slowly, he was lowered back to the roof.

Stan watched in shock as the man stood up, staring at his hands and then down at himself for a minute before facing Stan. His blue eyes were now narrowed, carrying a mixed look of confusion and calm.

"Stan," the man walked over to Stan and held out a hand to help him up, "it's me."

Confused, Stan took the helping hand and stood up, staring into the man's eyes. He found it hard to believe, but it could see the definite resemblance between The Beast and that man in his eyes and in his stance. He rested his hands on the man's shoulders. "It is you…but…how?"

The man laughed and wrapped his arms around Stan. "It doesn't matter. Just tell me one thing: Did you mean it when you said that you loved me?"

Stan flushed light red. "Y-Yeah, of course I did." He turned his eyes downward. There was no way he loved him in return, it was just a futile admission.

The man grabbed Stan's chin and forced him to look at him. "Then you deserve to know something." He smiled. "My name is Kenny, and I love you too."

Stan smiled. "Kenny… I like that name." He wrapped his arms around Kenny's neck and brought their lips together. Kenny tightened his arms around Stan and intensified the kiss.

Around them, the bright light shone again, this time surrounding the castle. Black brick turned to alabaster, the black tiles of the roof turned bright red, and the gargoyles lining the edges of the roof turned to alabaster angels glancing down onto the garden and looking at the sky above.

Kenny and Stan looked around with their arms still wrapped around each other. It was amazing how much things suddenly changed in only a few moments! They turned to walk back through the still broken window in time to see Pip, Butters, and Cartman all surrounded with the same bright light that had changed everything else.

Kenny ran forward as he saw his servants change back to their human selves. Cartman turned into a fat man with short brown hair, wearing a red down jacket and baggy blue jeans. Butters became a thin man with short blonde hair, wearing a light blue coat and tight dark green pants. Pip turned into a thin man with shoulder length blonde hair, wearing a dark gray beret, tight red jacket, and gray shorts that reached his knees. All three of them looked disoriented from the sudden transformation, each holding their heads as if they had a headache.

"Cartman," Kenny grabbed all three of their necks excitedly in his arms, "Pip, Butters! Wow, it's amazing!"

"Guys!" Ike, still a tea cup, hopped into the room in time to change into a thin teenager with short black hair, wearing a light blue t-shirt and baggy white pants. "Look at the castle!"

Stan chuckled as he walked into the room. "I never thought I'd see you guys like this."

Kenny released the three others and walked back over to Stan, resting his hands on his shoulders as he did. "It's all thanks to you. You broke the spell placed on the castle! We're human again!" He connected their lips excitedly. It felt wonderful to be human again, to finally be able to touch and kiss Stan like he'd been wanting to ever since they met.

I wanna do an epilogue for this to make the ending more final, but I'm not sure. What do y'all think?